in the heart of the land of creation
grows a threat which cannot be healed
efforts soar to restore generations
grave results give this outbreak the nail
the growing devastation
brings human extinction
this plague aims at our weakness
predetermined sky
cradles fall into pine for the mourning
wailing cries blend endless each day
poverty proves more than a lifestyle
sumpathy can not sure disease
this plague aims at our weakness
predetermined sky
blind eye
saw a man on the streets of lusaka
selling coffins to a passer bye
how can we live in a world that lets millions die
how can we live with such a tragic side
how can we live in a world that let's the millions die
that let's the millions cry
that let's us agonize
show us the way to terminate.
immersed in all our dusts is the mother world